Chicago doom four-piece
Bongripper came to life ten years ago by accident. When drummer Dan O’Connor’s double kick pedal broke during a practice, the group decided to shift gears: they transitioned from playing “grindy tech-death metal” to heavy, lead-footed improvisational slogging with Sisyphean ups and downs in pace. And they haven’t looked back. O’Connor, bassist Ron Petzke, and guitarists Dennis Pleckham and Nick Dellacroce have carved out a niche for themselves within the gloomy world of doom, injecting life and color into an otherwise obstinate sound. On last year’s self-released
Miserable Bongripper establish a hazy mood, then demolish it with blunt drumming and thunderous guitars. The band slowly build worlds across the three songs on the double LP, orchestrating head-banging peaks and transforming them into quiet, resplendent valleys that could fit on a postrock album. The unbelievable force they summon carries listeners through each song’s mood changes, subtle or otherwise. In concert Bongripper can certainly be hypnotic, though it helps to have a taste for blood-curdling feedback and pulverizing metal. I’m not sure what special things they have in store for this ten-year anniversary show, but something tells me that it’s going to be loud—and then it’s going to get much louder.
—Leor Galil